The Primordial Record

Rowan appeared above what remained of the battlefield between him and the Crocodile god Dao Ma. It had been simply decimated.

Because of their clash, the space around this place was no longer stable, the energies that were here were simply chaotic, filled with poisonous miasma and many other powers and this area was rapidly transforming into a danger zone.

Their battle had spawned an area where Aether had begun to thrive, and with the remnants of the Eternal Flower that had once graced this location, the changes that may happen here could not be known.

Most importantly, a god had died here, such an event would leave a mark on every single thing that was in this area, as the despair of Dao Ma was soaked into every stone, into every single metal, blood, bone, and even reality itself. If you listened, you could hear his cries of rage and sorrow, and beneath that cries was a cold silence.

That silence was Rowan's growing Aura.

What had happened here would shake the universe in time. Gods could be banished, their corporeal form easily destroyed, and even their Divine Spark could be shattered to pieces, but it was impossible to truly kill a god because their souls were immortal and would only perish at the end of an Era.

Rowan did not know how long it would take before the major powers in this universe began to realize that their so-called immortality was being threatened. Whatever that time might be, then the full force of the entire universe or even all the universes would fall on him.

Rowan dismissed that thought and looked at everything before him, his eyes went to the shattered remnants of the Eternal Flower and he sighed. Stretching forth his hands, he expanded his senses until he could touch everything within a million-mile radius that their battle had touched and he unleashed his Telekinetic tentacles with a command, "Gather!"

Using the remnants of the Eternal Flowers as the foundation, the debris of everything that had occurred here, including space, blood, bones, and even the battle cries were all drawn together, and Rowan burned Eruption, channeling all that power into his Telekinesis and with a dull rumble, he shaped a new world from the debris.

It was multicolored, with parts of it shining with an otherworldly glow, while the other was mysteriously dark, but mostly it was red. The red of freshly spilled blood. Before this battle, this world was very dense, filled with the hardest metallic alloys that Rowan could forge.

Now it was much stronger and the force it was able to withstand was an order of magnitude higher, for during its creation, Rowan had added the God Stone into it, and the blood and bodies of tens of thousands of Earth gods were merged into it, and even portions of Dao Ma's body and blood were fused into this new world.

So many random energies, but all of them were undoubtedly filled with violence and bloodlust came together to form this world he was building, and Rowan knew that this was not the end.

"This would be the field of slaughter, and gods would be drawn here to die. Their Blood, their bones, and their screams shall grow this world. This world of slaughter began to shrink until it fell into Rowan's open hands and he kept it away.

With a flash of milky white light, he vanished, taking all his Angels with him leaving behind a slowing healing stretch of space.

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THE BLACK TOWER, ONE HOUR AGO.

"You are still far from understanding Intent, young Traveller of the Blood, but before you do so, it is important that you make a choice." Labaletai the Chaos Door spoke to Rowan.

"Do I have any say in this choice I'm about to make?" Rowan replied.

"What a weird thing to say," Labaletai said softly, "of course you have a choice. You can choose to ignore everything I say, you can even choose not to listen to me and do whatever your heart pleases. Of course that would lead to a fate worse than death for you, but oh yes, you have a say, and you have a choice. But if I were you, I would rather listen to the Door who has lived for many Eras, there are not many older than me across the many universes."

Rowan did not deliberate for long before he nodded, and the Chaos Door laughed. He knew it was useless to argue with Labaletai, the intent of the Chaos Door had fixed him in place, and Rowan did not doubt that the Chaos Door would keep him here until he finished his speech.

"Good… good choice." Rowan imagined if the Chaos Door had hands, it would be rubbing them together in excitement.

"Okay, this is what you should know. The firstborn of Chaos despaired from the endless war, and Caine brokered a deal with the enemies of our father, and they created a Supreme technique that could be used to devour Intent!"

Rowan frowned, "I thought Intent could block and resist other foreign Intents."

"If it's a normal sort of Intent, yes that should work," Labaletai said, "yet you forget, that this is not just any sort of Intent, but it's one from a Great Primordial, this is the Intent from Chaos himself, driven by his murderous rage, you would have to be a Primordial yourself to fight against his Intent head-on."

"If that is the case, what sort of technique can allow you to consume a Primordial Intent?"

"Even after all this time, I have not been able to understand all of it. That is why Caine is called the greatest of us all, he is also called the great deceiver and traitor but who cares for all that nonsense, what is important is that without his help it would have been impossible for such a technique like this to be born."

The Chaos Door was quiet for a while as if he was deep in a memory before continuing his explanation,

"This is what gave us our freedom and ultimately what drove a rift between the Children of Chaos, for you see, not all of us wanted to be free from the control of our Father, for some of us, serving his will is the reason for our existence, anything short is a betrayal…. Lunatics, all of them! Those fools choose to ignore that we are nothing but disposable tools to our father."